Until We Meet Again

We stand by your grave and mourn. Your family and close friends. It’s just so sad that you took your life to the end. I just feel so bad with this guilt I feel inside. I knew something was wrong, but couldn’t decipher why. There was just something different about the look in your eye.

So when it comes to my turn to speak I turn and walk away, because a few good words won’t make a change. I could have been there when you needed me the most. Instead I sat back and waited like a shy, cowardly ghost.

So here I am beside my bed praying as I bow my head. “Dear God please relay the message that I’m so sorry for that day. Please tell her she was great. And that each day I will wait until we meet again.”

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